Space

Steuuuups.....this world too big, and yet rediculously small.
They say a call to one is a call to all but...
Please gimme some space in this place.
Somebody untie d red, white and black bandanna wrapped around mih mouth
And let me breathe...out into the open so ah could expell mih frustration.
Tell THEM to stop buryin d reality of an indifferent society and for goodness sake,
Let mih SPEAK...for once...or twice....
Thrice might be too much for too many to handle,
And four will make things even, but the reality is odd.
Ah could lament the whole of human civilization, and lambaste God's creation
Till thy Kingdom come to take mih away...and salvation could finally numb mih flickering tongue. Tell mih how long ah must wait for the lungs of society to heal, so they could finally exhale
...Mih innocence?
And consequence is a conditioned reflex to experience...
But ah tired wait on the pretense of a backward system to dictate times and dates....
Ah could debate against a wall of false integrity
And get them to change mih identity
But why should i change me?
And if yuh silence mih voice then ah have no choice but to mime...me....
So i'm quittin with all this gameplay,
'Cause i'm breakin d stone tablet that forbids me to say...what ah have to say.
Mediocrity is sin, but for now i'll bear it
As of tomorrow, i'm having none of it. ah done.

Copyright © 2009 by Brandon Sandy